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My respectful condolences •mr the disapointing results of the parole decision. Allen Ginsberg
called me last night - — that's how I heard. He didn't say how he got the news.

He asked me what I thought about his launching a literary campaign on your behalf. Writing a
letter and sending it to distinguished people in the literary field for their signatures.

In light of your publishing endeavors, I told him I thought it was a good idea but that he should
write you and seek your opinion. I gave him both your address and Jay's (in case there is an
approved persons list at M.C.C.) so you should be hearing from him shortly (fif not already).

I was too optimistic too fast on the flyers being all mailed out by today. I failed to keep close
enough track on the budget and found myself with flyers in hand, ready to be mailed, but not
enough money in the bank to pay for it.

Reason being, we've been paying the workers every day ori/ so instead of waiting until the job
was done and paying off then. Reason being, everyone's broke and wants the money right away to
tide them over the bill-busting days. But now David Butkovich has taken a steady job as maintenance
man at Staffordshire, a somewhat-wealthy, retiree, set-in-th-woods, development being carved out of
a former farm on the Willamette River only a few miles from here. This means I*m taking over more
and more of the details of 88Books, Dexter (right-on-handed) Detail Department, just as I should have
from the beginning but in those days Butko was out of work and hurting and I wanted to share the
job and its KX pay with his family.

Point is, we're spending about half and half on wages aj^d post office. 1500 bucks so far have
come here on 88Books Job. About nine hundred gone to printing up flyers and envelopes and paying
people for work. About six hundred gone to Uncle Sam for permits, box rentals, and mailing fees.
I wrote Jay and said I thought another five hundred (hate to keep hitting you up this way, unh, blow
after blow, they keep coming in. Say, did I ever tell you the lyrics to the non-denominational,
religious song I virote once? Heavenly Bliss. Heeavenly Bliss.

Tell me Lord, has it come to this?
That with each blow, God insists

On bestowdng your brow with his merciful kiss.) would do
the job in and leave a few bucks in the account to cover additional mailings of checks and overtures
which by the way are now arriving (two this morning) in response to the flyers and the way I know
is that they are coming to Dexter not Pleasant Hill so we have done an accounting thing by
changing our address in mid-ad. The responses from the magazine ads will all come to
the Pleasant Hill address but the flyer responses will come to Dexter. Good for us!

I'm working on the bridge between my and you (yuk) and when it is typed will
send you the xerox so you can go over it for okaying or changing. Hope you and
Allen can collaborate. I'm all out of inspirational spirits-raising quips so will close
with the informal reminder that you'll be hearing from me again as our projects
<=ontinue in spite of their ups an j^wns ^j ^j^^ entrance of disruptive forces . .

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